I haven't been out on a date in a really long time. I just recently broke off my engagement with my boyfriend of 8 years. My friends insisted that I stop moping around my house and get back to dating.
So there's Freddy, a man who is a friend of a friend. Our mutual friend decided it was a great idea to set us up on a date. At the time, I was extremely nervous & hesitant about going - but I got talked into it anyway.
Immediately, I should have known that the date was doomed from the beginning. We agreed to meet at the restaurant at approximately 7:30PM. I got there around 7:40 - thought I'd be the late one until Freddy comes strolling in at 8:15. Sometimes, being late is inevitable because of traffic, getting lost, ect. but he didn't bother to call/text and let me know he was running late. That's what bothered me the most, the fact that he didn't have the decency to let his date know when he'd be in, that was strike one.